Progress

And progress is not intellectually planned
Its' the facade of our heritage the odor of our land
They speak of progress in red white and blue
It's the structure of the future as demise comes seeping through
It's progress 'til there's nothing left to gain
As the dearth of new ideas makes us wallow in our shame
So before you go to contribute more
To the destruction of this world you adore
Remember life on earth is but a flash of dawn
And we're all part of it as the day rolls on
And progress is a message that we send
One step closer to the future one inch closer to the end
I say progress is the synonym of time
We are all aware of it, but it is nothing we refine
And progress is a debt we all must pay
It's convenience that we cherish; it's pollution we all disdain
And the cutting edge is dulling too many folks to plow through
Just keep your fucking distance and it can't include you
It's progress till there's nothing left to gain
It's progress it's a message that we send
It's progress is a debt we all must pay